God sweet-talks
the prairie fear vehicle

demi-baddie
well, well, well

high-fives
the potato creature

Beowulf N.S.F.W.
Beowulf say "Yay!

old-time crossbreeds
of The Deep Veldt!"

vis-à-vis the little
eponymous TV German

(ancestral spaghetti villain)
Beowulf say "Yay!

clubby A-holes!"
flinches but so what?

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This will be my only Beowulf poem for fear of becoming known as "A Beowulf Poet" although I do think we need some Old English (the language, not the 40s) in our lives. I remember back to my own fumbling translations of said Anglo Saxon text while one Prof. Frances McSparran from the North of Ireland paced the room whapping a ruler into her palm. I was a young man then and didn't realize how good I had it!